My Scooter & I

Chapter 2. Tuck Frump High

" Get up, Frawd."

I opened my eyes. I must have dosed off again.

I yawned, rubbed my eyes, then stretched my legs. They didn't reach the ground.

"Oh right- because I'm a midget," I thought.

What a bad day. In front of me were three worksheets, but I didn't bother to do it because Mrs. Carson's class wasn't worth my time. The window was, however.

I looked out the window, trying to find something to mildly entertain me. I didn't care what it was, but anything was better than Mrs. Carson's class. I looked downward. People were walking in and out of Tuck Frump secondary school, getting ready for class. Tuck Frump High School was one of the worst high schools in the country, and for good reason. It wasn't because it had a severe amount of druggies and delinquents. No, it was because everyone here had an IQ of a potato with testicular cancer.

"You done goofed midge."

Ahhhh.... people were calling me midge again. I mean, it was true, I was a 3 foot 2 man with a pimpled- ridden mustache, but I did not want to hear the truth. Especially when the truth hurts. You know, I watched a movie where the detective had his heart crushed when his wife said she didn't love him anymore. He said "Truth rearranged is hurt- so when you had sex with johnny- it hurt me more than it hurt you." When I watched that movie I thought that guy had a sever form of autism, because back then, I thought telling the truth was everything. But it was not. Not at all. Looking back, I can relate to every single word of that phrase. Exept for having sex with johnny.

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"Well, there's the bell" whispered Jeb, as he took a pill.

I quickly ran out the room and went to the backfield. The wind was blowing, the grass scraping against my knees- I never felt so alive. I made my way to the bike rack and took my scooter out from the rack. I heard people mocking me as I handled my pink and white ride, but I didn't care.

Well, as a high school kid, scooters may seem like they aren't cool, or are meant for kids. But you see, this scooter was special. This scooter has endured much. But no one would understand what this scooter has gone through exept for me. Well, it started off like this...